And it's not mine.....

*SIGH*

A lady came in today with FOUR bitties, and all of them about Nick's
age.  When she made the appointment in the morning we got to talking
and it turns out she does kitten rescue too and she offered to take a
look at Nick.

So I went home during my lunch hour and to Nick's surprise and chagrin
pulled him out from under the bed and stuffed him back into the bitty
carrier.

I walked into the exam room carrying Nick and all four of the other
bitties were walking around the exam room, sniffing every inch.

I put Nick down and they all congregated around him and me, sniffing
EVERY INCH of him.

They sniffed each other as the lady and I got to talking.  She fell in
love with Nick and was willing to take him right on the spot.  She
said her friend would LOVE to adopt him.

Meanwhile, I felt like a mom who just had taken her kid to preschool
for the first time.  Nick was wandering about and sniffing the other
cats who were sniffing him.

Suddenly Nick turned and came back towards me.  He got onto my shoe
and looked up at me with the most PITIFUL BITTY EYES.

And started CLIMBING up the leg of my scrub pants, all the way up to
my shoulder.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.........I was so tempted to just snatch
him up and leave.

ARGH!!!!  OKAY I ADMIT IT I'M ATTACHED!!!!!

Man I was weakening with every little mew.

But then i got called into treatment and had to handle four cases at
once and my head was spinning, that i felt I couldn't make a
decision.

But I did touch bases with the lady before she left and she was going
to come tomorrow to maybe take a picture.

Soooo, thought it's very hard for me to do this......I'm going to
bring Nick in to work tomorrow and call her and take her up on her
offer to take Nick.

He'll be in a much bigger house and have four other bitties to play
with.  Bitties that actually want to play instead of hissing and
smacking him around like my cats have.  He'll be able to play and run
his little heart out.

It's really what's best for him......

So as I look on him killing my shoe for what may be the last time,
tomorrow i'll hand him over so he can go to another temporary home and
then onto his permanent home.

*sniff*

So expect a posting from me tomorrow.

Kristi